Nelson Mandela
Thinking about a person whom I consider a shining example to emulate, the name that comes immediately to my mind is Nelson Mandela.
Thinking about a person whom I consider a shining example to emulate, the name that comes immediately to my mind is Nelson Mandela.
I lost my big sister Jacqueline in 2020. The causes were old age (she was about to turn 91) and COVID-19.
In 1965, I bought my first apartment in a residence near Saint Cyr, some 25 kilometers (15 miles) from Paris.
Why am I still around when so many others are gone? I have asked myself this question so many times.
It was the cheapest car available in France, for about 1,000 francs.
The first person to come to the United States from my family was my elder sister Jacqueline, who was hired by the United Nations as a secretary. It was in 1953. I was not even 15, and it made me dream of America, which I had discovered through movies, like How to Marry a Millionaire, with the beautiful skyline of New York City and Marylin Monroe.
I remember three moments of great joy in my life. The first one was the day we were liberated.
My favorite task has always been to be a tour guide. When I was a student, in order to pay for my vacations, I used to offer my services as a tour guide for students in Paris. I did that for several summers and even for spring vacations.
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